Whoulda thought?

by lolgal555

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Comedy, Horror
Length: 6986

Whoulda thought I'd fall in love with a sadistic filly?

So, a while ago, I was captured, doomed to spend my life in a cramped up cage. No fun, right? Then I meet this mare, -well, filly - and she's superadorable. Like, really cute. Like, tiny puppies playing with tiny kittens and yarns and tinny little fights cute. Yeah, that adorable. Well, usually she's like that. Other times she can get a bit… different. In more ways than just what you're thinking.

{looking for proofreaders and stuff}

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-18 10:25:10 UTC

Whoulda thought I'd ever leave this prison?

I wake up to hear the same familiar jingle. To Tartarus with that jingle. I hate that jingle. I've heard the same, four toned jingle so many times, yet I just can't keep it out of my head. It's so bucking annoying.

In order to try to get the jingle out of my mind, I listen in on the Slavemaster's welcome speech. Trying to decipher the voices of the buyer(s), I hear a filly's voice, and this makes me crack a smile. It's a disappointed smile, but a smile none the less.

I can't kill a filly. It'd be an easy way out of this hell hole, but I'm not twisted enough yet to risk a filly’s life. My own life, sure, if it were in my own hands. But a filly’s, never. I could kill the mom or whatever, but I still couldn't subject a filly to such a horror. Then again, a family's got to be pretty messed up anyway, to bring a filly here.

"Really? Are you sure? Alright, understood. Right this way, please." I hear the filly talking a lot, and taking charge of the conversation but I'm not one to be able to hear such high, energetic frequencies. Or maybe, unlike a certain, four pitched jingle I know, my brain just tunes things like that out. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the doo-dee-doo-dee that just made its way back to my brain. I should just go to sleep, and make sure not to bother anybody. I know how to play the game, and right now, the game is telling me to shut up and get some shut eye, albeit it's probably in the middle of the day.

As I lie down in my cage, I hear their hoofsteps trailing closer, their conversation becoming all the more clear. "And here we are." Where are they? The foals are past here. Surely she'd want a foal. Or maybe the filly’s gay. Either way, there shouldn't be any reason to be here, so just keep walking, and…

"Are you sure he's cool? He looks pretty dumb." Before I can react, my cage is kicked. It makes me instinctually sit up, and I hit my head on the top of the cage. I duck my head down. Did the bucker just make me crack my own skull?

"Wake up, you little shit." I look out. From my height right now, I can see the filly staring at me intently. Her coat is an electron blue, and her cutiemark is a red gender-neutral pony with deeper red swirls around it. It pops from her blue coat, and it looks as if it’s not supposed to be there. There’s something off about it. Her mane is a combination of light purple and black, the two swirling together, and mixing at some points to make some kind of indigo.

I look beside her, at the wall, in case she thought I was looking at her. It's obvious the slave master was the one who just indirectly kicked me, so I give him a death glare. I'm about to give the filly the same look, when my face drops. There's an eerie look of pure ecstasy on her face. It's like a filly who was just surprised for her birthday party, mixed with a turned on expression, and one more thing that just runs a shiver down my spine.

I smirk.

I get it now.

This is can actually be fun. I bet, oh I bet, she's just some masochistic bitch who discovered a fetish early in her life because of her moron parents. I bet she's even suicidal. I lick my lips.

She turns to her left, and starts jumping up and down. "It's so cool! Mommy, can I have this one?" Her voice is filled with joy, yet nothing in her tone regards me as a pony. Did she just call me an ‘it’? I swear she just called me an ‘it’. The little slut just called me an ‘it’! Oh, I'll definitely change that once we get home.

I listen in to hear the mother's voice, since she's just out of my view. I mean, I could probably see her if I went to the very edge and looked sideways, but it's too much of a hassle in such a short time, and it'd just make me look stupid. But in any case, I've barely heard the mother's voice. I know she isn't mute, because I heard a woman's voice when the three -the slave master, the mother, and the filly- were talking near the entrance. "Yay! Thank you mommy!" I hear the filly say a moment later. The cage door opens, and the metal bars move.

Finally.

I haven't seen those six bars move in... Never, actually. I just kind of woke up here. It wasn't that painful, actually. Something was put over my muzzle, and then the next time I opened my eyes, I was in this very cage. Then the next time I woke up, they trained me, I played their game, and then I was told to breath in the same stuff. Then I woke up here again. I guess it's just less work for them to carry me, than it is for me to walk on my own or something.

Anyway, I walk out, and I first look at the mother. Her cutiemark shows a shovel and a hammer in an 'x', with a baby bottle in the background. What the buck does that mean? Does she make baby bottles or something? I guess they've got to come from somewhere. For the rest of her, though, she has a blueberry colored coat, as if she originally had a white coat, and someone had stained her whole body with grape juice. It matches the color on the filly’s mane, actually. Her mane partly matched this, with a bright, bright, strawberry color. Like, neon, almost. And she's a Pegasus. I can't forget to mention that part.

Then I look around. This place is a lot more high-tech than I imagined. I thought it'd be some run down shack, but it looks more like an aspiring frozen yogurt place, if anything. Dim, multicolored lights edge the ceiling, and there's a double door. The walls are metallic colors the match the neon ones above.

I feel something fairly light brace my back. For hooves. Wait, did the filly just... "Onward!" I hear a playful voice order. Oh. My. Celestia. I can blatantly say that is the cutest thing I've ever heard. Her voice ISN’T ordering at all. It's like she half expects me to say no, and tell her to get off. No bucking way I'm letting her off now.

"Now sweetie, you can't play with it yet. We have to pay for it." Darn. Ah. I see where the filly gets it. She gets the 'it' thing from her mother. That makes more sense now. I have to realize, she's not doing this to make me feel like shit. She's just a kid. An innocent filly. Oh wait. She's not. She's a masochistic slut. Never mind.

"Aww, come on!" She hops down.

They take me up to the front, and the slavemaster gives me a harness. I notice something on the side of the cash register. Well would you look at that? They take credit cards. How sci-fi of them.

As soon as the mother finishes paying, the filly reaches for the leash. She takes it in her... magic? Oh. The filly's a unicorn. For some odd reason, I didn't expect that. At all. And it seemed like her horn was lit up a second before she took the leash.

Meh, I'm probably just seeing things. I haven't seen much light in, how long was it? Who cares? I'm going crazy. The filly looks at her mother for a second, who nods. She hops up on my back once again. "Onward! Again!" She says, laughing happily at her own joke. I smile along with her.

Partly not for the same reason, though. In the middle of the night, I'm going to rape this filly. And she's going to love it. I hear the same jingle I've heard at least twice a day for half of my life. For the first time, it's the most beautiful group of musical notes in my life. I want to give it lyrics.

I look back at the mother, wondering what her name is. Usually names have something to do with their cutiemarks. So, let's see here. What in Equestria has something to do with a hammer, a shovel, and a baby bottle? Although, the baby bottle is crossed out. Ah, I get it now. Construction work? Sooo then... I stop for a moment. "Constra... Antibottle." A smirk crosses my lips, and I can feel all three stare at me. Why are they staring at me? Oh horsefeathers, did I say that out loud? I raise my hoof, waiving dismissively. "Right, right, no speaking unless spoken to.”

The slavemaster just shakes his head. "No refunds."

"Oh don't worry, I won't need it!" The filly says with a tone of voice I can't comprehend. It's like the voice before, except enhanced a bit, and with a bit more than slightly higher pitch. Like the voice a filly would speak if she were a stereotypical bully, except filled with pure innocence, and no harmful intent. Except with her own odd ring to it. An edge, even. I know her speech is going to bug me. And I'm gonna be ticked about her voice until I find what makes it oh-so-slightly different. Hell, it could just be a Baltimare accent and I'd never figure it out.

I feel a light thumping on my head. Is that a bug? As I look up, I notice two things. One, I've been starring at the mother's flank. And two, I she's been giving me a death glare. But there's something in her look that sets me off. Oh great, now I have the look of the mother to add to my list of 'things that will bug me to the end of time.' In the best way I can describe it, I'd say her look is saying, ' if you run away I'll kill you,' but there's a hint of, 'I feel sorry for you,' and, 'I wonder what'd happen if we switched places right here, right now?' And this is me trying my best to describe it. But she has this glint in her eye, like she's hiding a secret or something. Maybe it's her facial features. Those barely change, but when they do, it's fairly noticeable. Actually no, the look is in her fuchsia eyes. Odd eye color then? Then again, since when do ponies not have weirdly colored eyes? It’s not the color of her eyes. It can’t be. It’s something else.

I feel the tapping on my head, but it's a bit harder now, more like knocking. I blink, seeing a hoof waiving in front of me. The knocking stops. I notice that the filly's weight is shifted forward, and the hoof is rather small. Then I hear sound vibrating in my ear. "Hellloo? Earth to whatever-your name is!" She says, rather innocently, with childish curiosity in her voice. I shake my head.

"I'm here." I look forward, preparing to start walking again. The door is held wide open by the slavemaster, and everyone expects me to just walk outside. But the outside is dark. And it's the outside. What would the outside feel like? Would it feel just like the inside? I don't know. I honestly don't know. I start trotting, and the mother makes sure she stays behind me. The outside is a tad fresher, but it's mostly just colder. I can breathe easier.

It doesn’t feel like that much of an accomplishment.

Maybe it’s because I’m still caged.

Metaphorically, of course.

It isn't far until we get there, which makes me feel like they’re a relatively common customer. It's just a feeling, though. I look around, then I'm told by - erm, 'Hardworker Antibaby,' was it? - to go up a driveway. It's a desolate neighborhood, but nothing sticks out. Nothings high and fancy, but nothing looks poor, or run down. It's smack in the middle. Kind of like a house in the suburbs, but made for the city. It's a two story, pale yellow building, with a brick red door and the same color roof. From what I can see, the shudders look like they’re made out of wood, or bamboo or something.

She guides me inside, and then comes up close. What's this, all of a sudden? I hear her whisper in my ear, although I don't feel it.

"Wake up honey, were home~" She says sweetly. A shiver runs through my body. Did she just... call me honey? Honey? Really? This is a huge change from 'it.' I hear a grumble on my back, and then I feel a shifting of weight. Oh. I guess I'm happy? ‘Cause I was really turned on just now, so now I'm just kind of left off here. I'm going to have to seduce the mother tonight.

It's obvious she's a single mom, or I wouldn't be here. I think. I think that's how it goes, anyway. I have no clue. I'm honestly clueless about the whole situation. My back feels cold in some places, but it's whatever. I mind it.

"Daw, and I was having the best dream, too." The filly groaned.

"Well you can tell me the whole dream tonight, okay, sweetie?"

"Ok mom."

"So make sure to get you slave situated, but then can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure."

Something cracks in me just then. "Slave? So not only am I an 'it', but I'm a slave, too?" I interrupt. I'll take my chances.

"Shut your mouth." The mother replies, pissed.

"Make me."

She sighs, and looks me directly in the eye. "I bought you. I own you. I-"

"Mom," the filly interrupts, sounding generally amused, but trying to hide it, and sound serous. What? That's... Am I hearing things? From what I know about her so far, she's not one to be amused by arguments, is she? Now I'm confused.

Well, the arguing's stopped, and so has everything else. I feel my head softly jerked to the side. "Let's go that way." I can easily tell where she wants me to go. If it's not made bluntly obvious by the fluffy, feathery, medium pink scarves that line the edges of the door as if poorly glued on, then you can tell by the big, 'KEEP OUT' sign with a deep pink skull and crossbones beside it. The room's door is so feminine... wait, that's not the right word for it. The room’s door so girly, that it'd make a 'manly' foal look away and puke a little. But, I'd have to say the door is lacking in prettiness. It should have glitter.

I go up to the door and push it open, half expecting to see a dungeon or something. Nope. The room has a tile floor, like something that would be in a bathroom. Although, when taking a second look, I realize the tiles are slanted slightly, to look like diamonds if seen at the right angle. I tilt my head, yep, they look like diamonds now. I bring my head right side up again. Equilateral squares.

I walk inside, and look around. My head is still looking at the floor, so I notice a hot pink, fluffy carpet mostly underneath the bed. I raise my head a bit. The bedsheets are more of a tan, but still pink. I raise my head a bit more. Two of her three pillows consist of wavy black patterns, one group of nighttime waves are horizontal, and the others are vertical. There's one large, skinny pillow in the very back that’s about as long as the bed's width. It looks plainly white. I'm curious, but it doesn't stand out enough to take place in my 'list of things that will bother me forever.' Crap, now their bothering me.

I rid my head of the bothersome thoughts and continue looking around. On the exact opposite side, there's mirror. It's high up, and placed horizontally. Lengthwise, it covers most of the wall. Below it, is a large dresser. It's length wide as well, and it looks like it's made out of redwood. I walk a little further. You know, I think-

I hear the largest burst of laughter I've heard in a while. I stumble to the left a little, as the filly jumps off my back and onto the bed. She claps her hooves together, applauding me. A fourth of me wants to know what I did to deserve this. Another fourth of me thinks it's just because she's being childish. And a half of me thinks it's because of my argument with her mother. But who knows, might as well confirm it. "What'd I do to deserve an applause from such a commendable mare as yourself? She blushes, but then frowns.

"I'm not a mare, you know. Princesses can’t be mares." She points her hoof at herself, but it doesn't look like she's being cocky at all.

‘That’s actually not true,’ I want to say. There’s Princess Celestia, and she’s really old. I’d say Princess Sparkle and Princess Luna as well, not to mention Princess Cadenza, but they all look pretty young.

Her horn is glowing. What is she doing? I don’t see anything moving. Is she casting a spell? On who? Is she casting a spell on me?? What the hell’s happening? Her horn is glowing, but nothing’s happening. I look down. I would look in the mirror, but it's too high up. I'm not a Pegasus. Actually, she isn't either. Why would she put a mirror so high up? This isn't the time to be thinking about this. Maybe she's casting a spell on herself. Wait, but she isn't changing. Which means I'm changing. Her magic is purple. Am I turning purple? Oh my Celestia, what if I'm turning purple and I never know I'm purple because I can't get up to the mirror. Oh my Luna. I'm way too stressed about some filly’s horn that's glowing floor no reason. "Your horn." I say, a bit too freaked out.

"My horn?" She tilts her head, and it glows brighter, and the flame gets twice as big. "What about it?" She says, ever too sweetly. I easily recognize the difference. The unexplainable accent to her voice is gone. Completely. It's just replaced with candy. It has a fakeness to it, yet it's completely calm.

What?

"Your horn..." I say again, trying to regain my composure. "It's glowing? It's bigger! What are you doing?" And suddenly, I say out of the blue, "am I turning purple??" I want to catch myself, but the entire sentence is out before I can get myself to do anything. I close my mouth, and wait for a response.

She looks at me, confused, then the purple flame dies down, until it's gone. She lets out another childish laugh, and I let out a breath. Her tone has that edge again. I never thought I'd be happy to hear her edge. I smile, and start chuckling alongside her, shaking my head.

It feels nice to laugh like this. It's been a while since I've laughed like this. It's different. It's like I'm genuinely happy.  I'm not laughing because the other pony is laughing, I'm laughing purely because I think something from real life is funny. I don't really know how to describe it. It's just like a warm blanket of energy is encasing my heart. I look up, and I see her horn glowing. But I don't care, this if my time. It's my time now, to just be happy.

It’s almost like I'm free.

Whoulda thought torture could be sexy?

I've been laughing for a while now. I'm way past the point of tears, and I feel dehydrated. My throat is sore, and that feeling of joy is starting to be overrun by the need to stop. It's not a want, but I can't have everything I want in life. My brain is connected to all my pained cells in one way or another, so I have to stop, whether I like it or not.

I take a deep breath, but letting it out only results in a larger pit of laughter. "Make, make," I take another breath, "stop i-i-ittttt!" It takes me another minute to get words out again. "Serious! I'm being... oh my Celest- STOP!" I cry out in desperation. I don't know who I'm talking to. Am I talking to the filly? Or am I talking to myself? The universe?

Either way, it stops.

I hate it.

I hate this feeling. It's like I've fallen. No, it's more than that. I really can't explain it. So, I've fallen, and it's a heart attack, but it's not. It's deeper, like my essence just fell into an endless hole below me. I'm gone. But I'm here, and, I'm here. But I'm... not here? But it hurts. It's a longing, because it's not there. I can't. I need it back. No, I want it back.

"Please..." I breathe franticly. I'm alive, and I'm dead. I have a longing, but I'm already here.

"So I'm confused. Do you want to die of laughter, or laugh until you die?" Her tone is the same. It's always the same. The only time when it's not the same is when she's not the same. And that's when her horn is lit up. Wait, it was lit up, when I started laughing. And it's not lit up anymore. I think I find a connection.

My senses slowly come back to me, in small bursts of energy, one by one.

First, it's a sense of smell. But when I try to breathe in any scent at all, my nose is set on a freezing fire.

Next is taste. I'm surprised to not find any blood in my mouth, but it’s really dry. I need water. Right now. But I have a feeling I'm not supposed to leave just yet. Because I can't.

I get another burst, which wakes me up. My ears ring, and it's painful. Almost as painful as my cold, yet burning nostrils.

But I doubt I feel any of it. It's drowned out by longing. Remember? The longing for being happy again. It's dimmed, but I still feel it. This is when I look up at her, and notice her horn is flickering. It's flickering at the same rate in which I'm feeling that same happiness. Damn. So she’s the reason behind that amazing happiness. For some odd reason, I now respect her more than before. It must be a pretty hard spell, for just a filly.

The flickering stops, and the ringing does, too. But I only feel a flicker of that regretful feeling before her horn shimmers green, in a large flame. Every pain I felt before stops in its tracks, and I feel normal again. A good kind of normal. My tears dry up, and my throat feels refreshed. I can swallow again. I start floating up, and the only emotion I feel is pure content. I’m not sure how long I’m in the air. As the green flame in her horn dies down, I’m softly dropped, and my hooves touch the floor. It's easy to stand. The green flame leaves, replaced with her usual purple glow.

She's doing that thing again.

That thing that turns her into an unemotional, empty prick.

And her horn...

The magic was green before, wasn't it? Was that, "dark magic?" I say, more as a question to her then to myself. She smiles sweetly.

"Uh huh! Yeah, I used dark magic to make you happy. Don't you like it when you’re happy?" I wait a moment.

"..." I'm kind of shocked. "But doesn't using dark magic hurt your psyche?" I mean, that's what I hear sometimes, anyway, since some of the people who come into the shop at times are avid dark magic users. They're all Sombrists, though. Is she a Sombrist? She doesn't seem like a Sombrist.

She's been quiet for a while. I look at her, and I jump back. Her purple glow is half the size she is. Her eyes are black, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say it looks like her eyes never existed in the first place. "Sorry, bad question, I guess." I laugh nervously.

Her flame dies down, but only a little. She looks like she's suffering, and I can't stand it. I want to run away, but at the same time, I'm frozen.

Screw stereotypes.

I do the former, and head to the door. All of me expected I wouldn't make it, but I do, and the door opens with ease. Isn't she going to try to stop me? She looks as if she doesn't realize I've moved. Can she actually not see? I really shouldn't be here. I gallop out the door, and into the living room. The kitchen and living room are basically one room, so I spot the mother with. "H-hello?" I ask, careful not to anger her. This isn't the time to talk about what I did before.

"What do you want, brat?" Her tone is harsh, and I feel like I've been struck.

It's nothing compared to how I've felt so far.

I take a deep breath. "Well… Your daughter is suffering and she's sad and scared and I think she's blind and deaf and I think she can't see she couldn't see me leave and I don’t want to see her, her magic is really really big and she's hurting and please help her she's skared and I think I'm scared too." I would have let out a breath, but there was no more breath to let out. So instead, I sucked one in, and waited for her response.

She laughs.

The fuck?

"YOU CAN'T JUST LAUGH AT YOUR SUFFERING DAUGHTER, BITCH." A see a fork flying my way, and it stops in an inch from my face.

This doesn’t faze me.

"Don't call me a bitch, you should know simple things like that." She lets out another laugh, and shakes her head. "Already?"

I hear the door creek open, and I see her slowly walk to her mother. She yawns. She's tired? No she looks like she's just slept. Like she's waking up. "Did he leave?" Did she not notice me? She walked right past me. I think she's talking about me.

"I-I'm right here..." She looks up, almost shocked, and smiles.

"Yes!" She runs to me. "Let's get married later, mkay?" I shake my head. Did I hear her right? It sounded like she wanted to get married! Can you believe that?? I'm going crazy, definitely.

"Sorry, say that again?" I'm still confused about the sudden change of her emotions, but I feel like that was just part of some big plan, or something.

"I said dummy, let's get married! Of course I'll want you to propose to me. Me proposing to you would just be silly! You can talk to my dad, and arrange the most perfectest date ever! And it'll be by moonlight, and you could be all romantic and stuff... Remember, I like totally cliché things, so don't worry about getting me anything differently special.~" She ends her ramble with a wink. I stare at her, dumbstruck. So I did hear her correctly, then.

"But, I, you, I'm..." I take a deep breath, and clear my throat. "I'm twice your age, and maybe more. And you can't just force someone into marriage, it's just kind of..."

I get cut off by the mother. "You don't have a choice in this. You either marry her, or..."

And then she gets cut off by her daughter.

“Oh mommy, don't worry, he knows that, he's just being handsome.~" She winks at me again, and I get a pit in my stomach. "And about the kid thing, it's called a fetish, in case you haven't heard. I like mature guys.~" She doesn't wink this time, but she says this in a trying-to-be-seductive voice, that instead, makes me want to puke. I never thought she'd be one to take charge. Though in reality, I should have expected it. I mean, to be honest, she doesn't seem like a dominant at all, much less to say a submissive. It's like she wants normal, run of the mill sex.

I laugh nervously. "You're really funny. But the jokes kind of getting old, don't you think?" I'm holding on to a spider's thread. But I've already fallen. It's painfully obvious that she's not joking. Her mother laughs, and the filly looks disturbed.

She shakes her head. "I'm glad you thought it was a joke. A lot of people think I'm serious, and get weirded out." She sounds mocking, yet sincere. It's like she's acting, but I believe her. There's no edge to her voice, but it's replaced with lies. But she's telling the truth. She’s so conflicting, that everything stays balanced.

Maybe there is a thread.

It's still there, and I feel like it's braided into rope. I chuckle at myself. "What?" Then I chuckle to the situation. “What?” I look up. Her horn isn't glowing, so it's my own laughter. She laughs with me.

Anyways, wanna see somethin cool?" I eye her suspiciously, but then shake it off. She's just a normal little filly who can do dark magic and make other's feel really happy. It's probably her cutiemark, to be honest. I follow her back into her room, as the mother waves us off.

As soon as we enter her room, she closes and locks the door. She puts her hoof to her lips, and lets out a long, exaggerated, "sssshhhhhhhh..." She goes into a corner, and lifts a diamond square thing with her magic. Her horn stays glowed, and I'm filled with a sense of childish wonder and awe.

There's a set of stairs. She walks down with ease, and I follow her, all because I want to. No strings attached, I just want to. I feel no other emotion, but it's not crushing enough that I need to. I just wanna. I squeeze myself through the small opening, and the stairway immediately widens. I follow her down, into a large, dark basement.

There's a single table, with a variety of objects. Odd looking household objects. I blush, recognizing some of them. There's a dildo, an adjustable cock ring, lube, and a strap on. I giggle. So she wasn't lying after all! I find the very concept hilarious.

I lie on my back, and look up. On the roof, I see three pieces of rope that tie together and pile up in the ground. Directly under it, there are four straps bolted to the floor. They look like they could hold down for hooves.

I hear a childish humming sound. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." It's like an engine roaring, but softer. It's coming from behind me. Before I can look, four hooves brace my back, and I level myself. It feels like she broke my spine as I almost fall forward onto my face. I laugh, I find it adorable.

"Puppy!" She clips something around my neck, and it jingles. It's a collar. I shake my head side to side, cheerfully enjoying the jingling sound.

"So, ya ready?" She pays my head, and it this point, I'd be ready for anything if she just kept speaking to me with that sugar and honey, no, honey flavored whipped cream, voice.

"Yes!"

"Great!" She replies, ever too quickly. But she's not talking to me, she’s talking in annoyance to herself. I look beside me, and I can see her tap her horn with her hoof. It lets out light sparks, then shimmers. The flame grows, and she looks like she's struggling. I feel something incase my body, rendering me immobile. I can't move, and it's like I'm not the one controlling my body anymore. A light tingling feeling encases my skin, but I let it entangle me.

I have no control over my own emotions.

So?

I have no control over my body.

So?

I have been imprisoned for most of my life, only to be freed and imprisoned again, only this time by a little girl.

What's your point?

It's whatever. I really don't care. But it's not a suicidal type of not caring. I'm just indifferent.

Apathetic.

Detached.

Distant.

Cold.

Freezing, actually. Is there a fan blowing on me? I look around. Are basements supposed to be so cold? But it feels like the cold is blowing on me, like the basement is air conditioned at a low temperature. I guess it fits, but I could really use a blanket or something. The cold is mostly on my back though, and in some downward streaks on my sides. Ah, whatever.

My eyes drift to the four hoof clamps, and the rope. Where is that filly by the way? I blink, and she's there. Okay? That was...

Really really cool! I've never seen a pony teleport in a blink of an eye like that. I mean, I have, but not a filly! Plus, there wasn't a shimmer or anything! Usually there's a shimmer in the air, or maybe even a burn mark on the floor. But not her! She just... Appeared! Like she was already there! I feel drawn to the four hoof clamps, and drawn to her. In fact, I gallop the short distance it takes. I hear something behind me. Pinballs? Or like, pool balls hitting against each other? I don't pay it any attention though, and the sound stops when I stop. My bell jingles, and she smiles sweetly.

"Mk, so all you gotta do is..." She points so a few things and explains how to tie myself up, and I oblige. It was surprisingly easy. She stomps her front hooves to the floor, applauding. I blush and look away, honored at her appraisal.

But because of that appraisal, everything else around me has gone numb again. I start feeling more dripping streaks down my sides. Nothing to worry about. I see she has a knife in her mouth. I don't really think about much why she has it in her mouth, and not her magic. It does cross my mind, though. It's probably because she's using up all her magic to levitate herself.

All I know is I want her mouth to be occupied with mine, instead. I look behind me, staring intimately at her. "Ah?~ Am I getting a makeover?" She blushes, then giggles. "Even better!"

I smirk. "And what, pray tell~"

"A HAIRCUT!" Her voice is psychotic, and I’d love to hear more of it. The sound rings in my ears, because she screamed the lines. She drops to the floor, and takes the knife in her magic. She slices my tail off, skinning the tip of where my skin starts. It doesn't really phase me, though. I'm more focused on her, then anything. "Aww,~ what about my mane?"

"I'll cut it off in a second." She seems annoyed, which really turns me on.

"You sure, baby? Maybe I could cut out off for you, sweetie~"

"Eww." She interrupts me. She interrupted...!

This is boring. Why was I doing that again? Whatever. I feel an embrace around all four of my hooves, and I smile at the feeling. Their like groups of little tiny strands if cloth, all bunching together and creating adorable little ropes.

My head is suddenly lighter, and I wonder if it's because she cut my hair. I immediately get this answer when it's playfully shoved into my mouth. I see her teleport in a piece of duct tape. When she rips a length of tape and cuts it with her scissors, she looks like a cat playing with a ball of yarn. She slaps the duct tape onto my mouth, and I let out a small moan, as my dick pulses.

The moan catches in my throat when I realize it's not my type of thing to be turned onto. I'm suddenly confused, any my erection goes down a bit. When did I get an erection, anyway? You know what? It was probably at that one emotional phase, when I was trying and failing at being romantic. I feel a pulse of something indescribable. Isn't there something she missed?

I look down, to see a puddle forming on the floor. It's wet and cold. It's the air condition feeling. Ok? I'm not sure why it would be at my feet, but I won't question it. I put the thought to the back of my mind for a bit. Oh, and it's left most of my back, too. I wonder why...

It refills my back, but it's still at my feet. I'm perplexed, and I want an answer. Although, I'm probably not going to get one soon, so I mentally wave it off.

"I'm gonna give you a massage, mk?"

Ooh, a massage. "Go ahead! I've never had a massage before." I say, wondering what it'll be like.

"Well it kinda feels like this!" There's a demonic acidity in her voice, like she's trying to let something out. I hear four clanking sounds, and she massages all four of my legs at one, each one having a hoof surrounding it. So I guess that's massage.

"What'd you think?" She asks intuitively.

I tilt my head, wondering what I think about the experience. "Well, I guess I thought it'd be longer..."

"Yeah, it should be, but I'm kinda in a hurry." She says, generally not sorry, but I feel like she apologized.

"Okay, I get ya."

"But you do feel better, don't you?" She asks hopefully, fear encasing her voice.

I feel a sudden euphoria erupt from every leg joint possible, times four. "Yeah, it feels great!"

"Awesome! Lemme just do one more thing here... and done!"

Everything dims, her horn stops glowing, it's dark, I can't see.

The euphoria leaves me. My eyes widen, everything coming in like a wave splashing hard against a sand castle. I don't know which excruciating pain to start with.

I have to keep my head painfully up, or my back hooves hurt. And my neck, there’s spikes in the inside of the collar. I keep choking on my hair, which makes it difficult to breathe in, making me try to focus my attempting breathing outwards, to no avail.

My hooves are numb, but not the numb where you don't feel anything. It's hot, and cold, and tingling. It's like this because she took my hair, and tied it tight around my hooves. The hoof clamps weren't that tight, actually. My feet are wet, because there’s a pile of slightly melted ice on my back.

The ice, it’s freezing, numbing the important parts of my insides. Or at least, that's what it feels like.

I have to keep my head up, or a piece of thread will press up against my back hooves, and that alone feels like Tartarus.

I hate what I've become. I try to run, but all four of my knee joints are rendered somehow immobile, probably due to her 'massage.' I let out a muffled scream. I can't cry, because I've done that already, and I have no tears left. My eyes dry up, and I feel like I should be going blind, but I'm not.

I see a dim light and I feel hope, but my hope quickly fades when the tape is ripped off my face, then every stand of mane is taken out of my mouth. She encases herself with magic, and flies up to my face. I'd puke, but I did that already too, and it was just stomach acid. She touches her forehead to mine, and I'm confused. I'm just glad she isn't kissing me, I guess.

"So, what did your wanna say to me, honey?!" Her voice is frantic, stern, hoping, loving, pleading. I look at her, confused, frightened, disgusted. "You screamed!! You wanted my attention, DIDN'T YOU?? It's because you LOVE me, RIGHT??" I awkwardly duck my head, trying to ignore the afoul ringing in my ears.

Somehow, another stream of tears flow out, and I'm rehydrated. She lets herself down, now using her horn as nothing but a simple flashlight. "Please..." I cry, I prey, I beg, "I can't, stop it." I close my eyes, hoping it would all just end.

An end.

That would be great.

The glow dims then brightens, and she collapses on the floor, laughing. "HA! You want me to stop?!" She lets out another stream of laughter, and a jumble of unidentifiable words. "I'm NOTHING. Don't you see?? You're still alive, aren't you?! Eheheheheh... YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY!! Pft bahaha... BUT YOU'RE NOT, ARE YOU?! I BET YOU WANT TO DIE, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, don't you. You're selfish..." Her voice suddenly grows quieter, and the room goes dark again. But my eyes have adjusted, so I can see a pretty good silhouette. "You're selfish, mean self-centered, and all those other things... You only care about yourself, and you never care about the pony in front of you. You're all like that, every last one of you..." Her horn starts glowing again, and I'm lifted off and out of the hoof guards and rope. "BUT I'M NICE. I'M A NICE PONY. ILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT, I'LL LET YOU DIE. BECAUSE I'M NICE LIKE THAT." I feel a tingling sensation run over me, and the scenery changes...